one on one conversation with no one else around.
“How come you’re up here?” she asks.
I shrug. “No offence to your birthday, but I’m not up for it tonight.”
Drawing her knees up to her chest, her dress rides up her thighs, giving me a candid view between her legs. Though she hasn’t noticed, it’s all I can see, and my dick certainly sees it too. Huh, this is fucking new. Not once have I thought of Jamiee as anything other than Damon’s baby sister, and that’s how it needs to stay.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image has now been burned into the back of my eyelids. When I open them, she’s still in the same position, so I jump to my feet, grab my hoodie off the chair, and cover her legs.
Her brows knit together as she watches me fall back on my ass.
“I wasn’t cold, Freddie.”
“Yeah, you were,” I mutter, drinking from the bottle.
But it doesn’t help. I know exactly what my hoodie is hiding, and it’s all I can think about.
“I’d know if I was cold,” she snorts, sliding the hoodie down her legs. Thankfully, her legs slide down too, and nothing I shouldn’t see is on show.
Yet I find myself wanting to see more of her. It has to be the tequila. Fuck, I can’t even blame this on the drink. Just minutes ago, I hadn’t particularly thought anything of Jamiee, and now I’m struggling to stop myself from imagining shoving her panties to the side and seeing how she tastes. The thought makes my dick hard.
“Your guests will be wondering where you are. You should probably go down and show your face.”
Please, leave. Run from my room, and never wear a dress around me again.
“I’m perfectly fine up here, unless you’re trying to tell me to leave?”
Telling her to leave? I should be throwing her out the door. “I don’t mind if you stay, but you’ll have to keep your hands off me. I’m too tired to perform at my best for you tonight.”
Her eyes widen, but she says nothing. Just as I think I’ve gotten away with pushing shit, she bursts into laughter.
“Freddie Tucker, are you saying you would fuck me if you weren’t so old and tired?”
The word “fuck” coming from between her lips is enough to drive me into a frenzy. What the hell is going on with me…with us?
Smirking, I say, “Right now, I’d fuck you six ways from Sunday, and then take a nap.”
Her gasp satisfies a small need in me for her to take me seriously, because I’m not messing around. I have no idea where this is coming from, but I’m letting my tongue run away with itself, eager to see where it’ll land us.
A shrill screaming outside breaks the silence in the room. Clambering to her feet, she rushes over to the balcony doors and throws them open, like she’s in a movie. Jamiee’s always done everything with a dramatic flair.
The fireworks have begun, and she steps out onto the balcony. I follow her outside, but the cool air does nothing to soothe my overheated skin.
As she leans against the railing, her dress rides up her ass, and this time, I know she’s doing it for show, knowing I’m watching her.
It’s a bad idea, but I move to stand beside her, my skin brushing against hers. I have no idea what’s happening, or why I’m going along with it. Damon’s fireworks’ spectacular really is quite a show, but Jamiee isn’t interested in them—she’s watching me. Without taking her eyes off of me, she undoes her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her feet.
Taking another swig of tequila, my gaze roams her body, starting at her feet and slowly up her body, until I land on her eyes. They’re daring me to stop this, to walk away, but I’ve never been one to forfeit a dare. Here comes another bad idea I’ll see through, even though I shouldn’t.
“Do you really want this?” I ask, having to clear my throat.
Stepping forward, she wraps her arms around my neck. Once she plants her lips on mine, I’m done.
I’m no longer going to fight what’s happening. Jamiee isn’t Damon’s little sister right now, but a goddess I’m going to bury myself inside of.
I lean down, grab the backs of her thighs, and lift her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I make my way to the bed and lay her across it, wanting nothing to stop what’s about to